Enter the hen house
and what do you see?
Seventy hens,
happy as can be.

Two fellas rule the roost
of fine feathered females.
The kings of their domain
and all that it entails.

They crow proudly
to announce each hour,
and cluck when they find a morsel,
to feed each feminine flower.

They are sturdy and protective.
Strong and manly men,
But let some stranger enter the coop
and you’ll find them hiding behind a hen.

Scaredy roosters,
that’s what they are.
I think they heard a rumor
that nasty roosters don’t go far.

So they work hard at being friendly,
and have a mortal fear of being caught,
to the point where they go crazy
at the very thought.

Scaredy roosters,
go out of their way
to avoid confrontations.
They live longer that way.

So if you enter the hen house
and see the biggest chicken in the place
trying to hide behind a bantam hen,
remember, it’s no disgrace.